Grasping Bakugo's warm hands, the two of you walked the residential area. Leaves were beginning to change color, drifting down onto the pavement. Trees slightly swayed by the small cool breeze. You clutched Bakugo's hand tighter, aiming to feel the heat he was emitting. Bakugo's red eyes peered over with you, curious if you were doing alright before you flashed him a smile.
"You worried about seeing your family after all these years, Mr. Pro Hero," you joked. He rolled his maroon orbs, letting out a dissatisfied scoff with it. His caramel and cinnamon cologne wafted from him.
"Of course not. I just don't want to old hag bitchin' about me. I can only imagine the things she'll scream at me for knocking you up," Bakugo sighed. You quirked your eyebrow.
Although the two of you were married for a while now, you had last seen Mitsuki and Masaru since the wedding. They were good people, always treated you well. Although you had a fairly good relationship between Bakugo's parents, your hot-headed husband distanced himself from high school claiming not to want to bother with them. It took a lot of convincing to even go to their house to announce your pregnancy to them.
"Katsuki, she's probably going to be happy, both of them in fact. Can't you be positive about this?" you insisted. Bakugo let out a heavy sigh, the breath visible in the cooling air. He leaned in and placed a peck on your forehead.
"You just don't know them like I do," he grumbled beneath your skin. You resisted the urge to sigh at your pouting boyfriend before the two of you reached the door to his parent's house. Bakugo motioned for you to knock, which you begrudgingly did. Soon enough, Mitsuki appeared, a confident smile on her face.
"Well, would you look at that. Our son finally greets us with his beautiful wife after all these years," Mitsuki sarcastically declared. Bakugo grumbled under his breath, scorn on his face deepening.
"Are you going to let us in or not, hag," he demanded. Mitsuki narrowed her maroon orbs at her son, as you let go of his hand, irritated he was starting the night in this mood.
"Katsuki—"
"It's fine, sweetheart. Even after all these years, he's still a brat," Mituki sighed, opening the door to let you two in. Masaru was behind her, an awkward smile on his face as he waved to the two of you. The two of you took your shoes off and put them neatly in the corner.
"I'm really happy to finally see you two. It's been what, 2 years already," he chuckled clumsily rubbing the back of his head. He must've heard his son's and wife exchange already. You flash him an apologetic smile.
"The food's already done, so let's head to the table," Mitsuki announced. Bakugo still had a scorn on his face. You poked his side, earning his attention. You shifted your lip up, pouting in the process in hopes it would guilt-trip your husband.
"Be nice alright?" you whispered, not wanting his parents to hear. He leaned in close.
"We're staying only an hour, got it?" he hissed. You sighed, it was good enough as any in terms of your hot-headed lover.
The two of you sat down in the kitchen. In the middle of the dark wood table, was a hotpot. The smell of the different vegetables and meats gathered in the air, causing you to lick your lips in anticipation. Dinner was fairly quiet. Masaru would chime in every once and a while about the fashion industry. Bakugo kept his head down, enjoying the meal quietly.
"...You messed it up again," Bakugo grumbled. You clicked your tongue, eyes giving him a warning. Mitsuki took a drink of water before squinting her eyes at her son.
"Well, I guess you'll have to invite us over then to show us how you make it, huh?" Mitsuki hissed out. Bakugo growled under his breath as Mitsuki smirked, proud of making him react like that.
"You hardly speak to us in two years and now want to complain about my cooking? You still are the selfish brat you always were," Mitsuki yelled out. Masaru put a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down. Bakugo's nostrils flared up, a sigh he was getting agitated.
"You always say that shit! Whatever I fucking do, you always call me a brat. I'm confident and proud of myself, so fucking what? I'm not that insecure idiot back in high school, before then even, god," Bakugo hollered. Mitsuki, slammed her wrist on the table, pushing her body up.
"I'm calling you a brat because you are acting like one right now. We are your parents, we worry about you. Every day you're risking your fucking life out there and you can't give us the time of day for a call? You didn't even call when you were in the hospital, your wife told us that!" she cried up.
"Honey, please—"
"Well maybe if you didn't treat me like some fucking nuisance when I was around here, I wouldn't be avoiding you now, old hag," Bakugo shouted, getting up from the table as well.
"Katsuki, stop it!" you demanded. Bakugo glared down at you before his eyes softened. He moved away from the kitchen table, scoffing under his breath.
"This is why I didn't want to fucking come here. Tell me when you're done so we can get out of here," Bakugo muttered, walking away. Mitsuki sighed, massaging her pale-skinned forehead. Masaru let out of his shoulder and got up from his seat.
"I'm going to go check on him..." he announced, before walking off to find Bakugo. You looked down at your once appetizing food. The two of you stood in silence avoiding each other's gazes. You wanted this night to go so well but look at it now. Your eyes wander up, looking at Mitsuki's somber form.
"Mitsuki, I'm so sorry about Katsuki, he's—"
"Shh, don't worry (Y/n). It's my fault anyway. I always push the kid too far," she admitted before a heavy sigh escaped her lips.
"I just want to be in his life more, you know. I still miss him running around here, claiming he'll be the number one hero," she muttered. She forced a laugh out. You bit your lip in response.
"...I'm pregnant," you stated. Mitsuki looked up, red eyes widened in surprise. A gentle smile graced your lips as your hand instinctively went to your lower stomach. You weren't far along yet since it was about 6 weeks along now.
"I wanted him to tell the two of you, tonight...but he was so worried about what you would say. I think he genuinely wants you to be proud of him..." you confessed. Her eyes sparkled, as tears started to form. She smiled and got up from her seat, enveloping you in a hug.
"You are the best thing that has happened to him. Thank you so much," Mitsuki cried. She leaned up with a wide grin on her face.
"Come on, let's go find Katsuki," Mitsuki said. She put her hand out, in which you returned. The two of you headed to the living room to see a pouting Katsuki and encouraging Masaru on the couch, a hand on his son's shoulder. Bakugo looked over and glared at his mouth, teeth bared.
"What now, hag—" Mitsuki shut him up quickly by giving him a strong hug. Bakugo's face morphed into surprise as he struggled in his mother's grip.
"What the hell! Why are you—"
"I'm so proud of you, my little Katsu. To think you're going to be a father, and I'm going to be a grandmother. Make sure you keep your family safe, alright?" she hummed. Bakugo paused from struggling, eyes wandering to your figure. The once anger-filled orbs, held compassion in them as if he was silently thanking you. Masaru looked over to the two figures, beaming in happiness as well. His arms wrapped around his wife and son. Although he'd never admitted, the corner of Bakugo lips turned upwards, closing his eyes.
"...Don't worry, mom. Of course, I'll protect them."